You rock my socks... off... and wear it as a hat !!
Cookies are fun, they make the world go around and around and around!
There was once a town that didn't allow cookies and all the people were sad and mad (smad) and alcoholics. Then one night, when the moon was full and the easterly wind blew, a mysterious stranger appeared at the local tavern. This stranger had a dark cloak, a mask, a sword, other “stranger” paraphernalia, and some Tupperware. The last item didn’t really fit in the list so people were curious. Also, this was a town of ye old times, and plastic wasn’t invented yet! The stranger opened the lid of one container and a sweet aroma filled the nostrils of everyone within a block radius (also in ye old times, blocks were small-ish).
The townsfolk’s curiosity grew as the delicious fragrance soothed and delighted them. They all wanted to know the identity of the cloaked newcomer and the contents of the magical clear box-like contraption (so basically, they wanted to identify all the unknown variables). Was it witchery? Was it the black-arts? Was it some food stuff that was usually banned in the town? Yes! It was… all three!
The townspeople approached the sweet scent as if in a trance, cautious yet determined. Once they were in reaching distance, one drunkard grabbed the container. His gaze wondered from the unfamiliar object in his hand to his neighbours standing around, and then back again. In an abrupt move, he downed everything in one gulp.
Everyone gasped, no one moved. They waited. Their eyes couldn’t leave Drunky McDrunkerson. They expected him to keel over and die and such. However, Herr McDrunkerson (he’s Austrian) just stood there for awhile, immobile, pensive. Slowly, a smile tugged at his lips, which turned into a full toothy grin. All of a sudden, the roar of his voice filled the small tavern. Drunky was laughing and clapping and doing some sort of ye old jig. Everyone else thought he went mad with syphilis. But he wasn’t mad!!! Not from syphilis at least! He was happy.
After a while, the patrons in the tavern realized this. They hadn’t felt happiness in a long time. And they wanted it, they wanted it real bad! The people were willing to brave whatever skin irritation and infertility ingesting the strange substance might cause. A second container was opened, and then a third. One by one, everyone stepped forward and accepted a round-shaped, randomly bumpy, slightly burnt baked item from the stranger. Some guardedly nibbled on the weird food, while others swallowed it whole (some of these people needed ye old CPR… but I digress).
Soon enough, everyone had finished the delectable food. They were appeased. Soft chatter pervaded the room as everyone wanted to discuss with their neighbours their savoury experience. However, the peace was not to last. Their initial satisfaction was replaced by the terror that they would never experience the wonderful taste again. Panic took a hold of the tavern, as people pushed each other out of the way to look for any remaining crumbs on the floor. There was chaos!!!
Slowly, the stranger stood up and began to speak in a slow and persistence voice. The room was silent as everyone strained to hear what the visitor had to say. The stranger explained that the contents of the Tupperware was called “cookies” and that everyone could make these him or herself. The townsfolk stood there stunned for a moment, contemplative. Then, the frantic search for crumbs began once again. The stranger was confused, and slightly frightened. This bewilderment didn’t last long as the riot soon swallowed the stranger, who was never seen again.
In another corner of the tavern, two villagers were madly looking for scraps on the floor. One turned to the other and asked “Sprechen Sie Englisch?”
"Nein! Helfen Sie mir, um mehr Speise zu finden!!!" replied his friend. And they bent down and continued to search.
I'm baking today, because my world is spinning and I can't stop it unless I make massive amounts of cookies. School is almost over but this last bit is hard!!! So while deciding which type of sugary goodness I will make, I came upon some more complicated recipes that tempted me, such as Emeril's tiramisu or chocolate soufflé. But alas, I must wait for another day where I have 3 hours to dedicate to one dessert. In the mean time, there will be lots of cookies to keep me busy!!! People who see me in the next few days, prepare to break your fast (if you're fasting for some random reason)... and I hope no one's diabetic :)
There was once a town that didn't allow cookies and all the people were sad and mad (smad) and alcoholics. Then one night, when the moon was full and the easterly wind blew, a mysterious stranger appeared at the local tavern. This stranger had a dark cloak, a mask, a sword, other “stranger” paraphernalia, and some Tupperware. The last item didn’t really fit in the list so people were curious. Also, this was a town of ye old times, and plastic wasn’t invented yet! The stranger opened the lid of one container and a sweet aroma filled the nostrils of everyone within a block radius (also in ye old times, blocks were small-ish).
The townsfolk’s curiosity grew as the delicious fragrance soothed and delighted them. They all wanted to know the identity of the cloaked newcomer and the contents of the magical clear box-like contraption (so basically, they wanted to identify all the unknown variables). Was it witchery? Was it the black-arts? Was it some food stuff that was usually banned in the town? Yes! It was… all three!
The townspeople approached the sweet scent as if in a trance, cautious yet determined. Once they were in reaching distance, one drunkard grabbed the container. His gaze wondered from the unfamiliar object in his hand to his neighbours standing around, and then back again. In an abrupt move, he downed everything in one gulp.
Everyone gasped, no one moved. They waited. Their eyes couldn’t leave Drunky McDrunkerson. They expected him to keel over and die and such. However, Herr McDrunkerson (he’s Austrian) just stood there for awhile, immobile, pensive. Slowly, a smile tugged at his lips, which turned into a full toothy grin. All of a sudden, the roar of his voice filled the small tavern. Drunky was laughing and clapping and doing some sort of ye old jig. Everyone else thought he went mad with syphilis. But he wasn’t mad!!! Not from syphilis at least! He was happy.
After a while, the patrons in the tavern realized this. They hadn’t felt happiness in a long time. And they wanted it, they wanted it real bad! The people were willing to brave whatever skin irritation and infertility ingesting the strange substance might cause. A second container was opened, and then a third. One by one, everyone stepped forward and accepted a round-shaped, randomly bumpy, slightly burnt baked item from the stranger. Some guardedly nibbled on the weird food, while others swallowed it whole (some of these people needed ye old CPR… but I digress).
Soon enough, everyone had finished the delectable food. They were appeased. Soft chatter pervaded the room as everyone wanted to discuss with their neighbours their savoury experience. However, the peace was not to last. Their initial satisfaction was replaced by the terror that they would never experience the wonderful taste again. Panic took a hold of the tavern, as people pushed each other out of the way to look for any remaining crumbs on the floor. There was chaos!!!
Slowly, the stranger stood up and began to speak in a slow and persistence voice. The room was silent as everyone strained to hear what the visitor had to say. The stranger explained that the contents of the Tupperware was called “cookies” and that everyone could make these him or herself. The townsfolk stood there stunned for a moment, contemplative. Then, the frantic search for crumbs began once again. The stranger was confused, and slightly frightened. This bewilderment didn’t last long as the riot soon swallowed the stranger, who was never seen again.
In another corner of the tavern, two villagers were madly looking for scraps on the floor. One turned to the other and asked “Sprechen Sie Englisch?”
"Nein! Helfen Sie mir, um mehr Speise zu finden!!!" replied his friend. And they bent down and continued to search.
I'm baking today, because my world is spinning and I can't stop it unless I make massive amounts of cookies. School is almost over but this last bit is hard!!! So while deciding which type of sugary goodness I will make, I came upon some more complicated recipes that tempted me, such as Emeril's tiramisu or chocolate soufflé. But alas, I must wait for another day where I have 3 hours to dedicate to one dessert. In the mean time, there will be lots of cookies to keep me busy!!! People who see me in the next few days, prepare to break your fast (if you're fasting for some random reason)... and I hope no one's diabetic :)